Satellite (feat. Emily Brimlow)

Now and then it feels We're running on a satellite running out of time To say the way I feel I feel like I could lose my mind But we all seem satisfied Hey, baby I've been thinking long and hard Now, lately I'm not feeling satisfied ('Cause we don't even talk about) The way our love can pick and choose Together in a sea of blues We've been feeling lost and that's the truth Ain't that the truth? (Oh oh, oh oh, keep running out of) Now and then it feels We're running on a satellite running out of time To say the way I feel I feel like I could lose my mind But we all seem satisfied (Oh oh, oh oh, keep running out of time) (Oh oh, oh oh, keep running out of) Hey, baby Why aren't you running on your own damn time Occasionally, I see you step out of your own damn mind I say hello But you keep pacing your Calvin Klein Everybodys walking to the wrong device Chicago, LA, New York, San Fransisco Now and then it feels We're running on a satellite running out of time To say the way I feel I feel like I could lose my mind But we all seem satisfied (Oh oh, oh oh, keep running out of time) (Oh oh, oh oh, keep running out of) When we get distracted All the people laughing It's easy to be happy No blames to be given In this automatic system Where the music keeps on blasting Now and then it feels We're running on a satellite running out of time To say the way I feel I feel like I could lose my mind But we all seem satisfied